My Magic Gumby Ring

"Oh, have you seen my magic gumby ring? It's such a pretty thang." Said Lizard sticking her sticky, candy covered finger in Gatsby's face, "I won it in a sewer dancing contest." "Ooooooo, bubbles!" Gatsby replied, greasing Catrat and not paying one lick of attention to Lizard. "Yes, that's just what I thought when I got it." Mused Lizard and the chandelier twinkled thinking that they were being appreciated, but Dandy Ducksworth only snorted. He was such a stuck up sticky beat. Catrat gurgled and raced up Gatsby's nose and spit out of his ear. "Oh, I can do lots of things with my magic gumby ring." Said Lizard. Dandy Ducksworth only snarled. "I can even make Ducksworth quack." She toyed. "Ha, ha." Said Dandy Ducksworth. "Come on Ducky, please do give us a quack." "I spit upon your graveyard's mother." "Oh please, or I'll have to use my magic gumby ring!" "Barf, barf, ahhhhhck!" Was Dandy Ducksworth final words as he spontaneously combusted. "What can we make Gatsby do?" Lizard asked snuggling up to him. Gatsby trembled like an earthquake, and flew up the chandelier; which still twinkled, but no longer felt at all appreciated. He thereafter lost his grip, fell, and fatally impaled himself on a very sharp butter knife. Catrat squeezed out of Gatsby's defunct brainbox and slithered around in torment amongst the peas until he too expired from terminal heart failure. Lizard shrugged and moved a few seats down the banquet table. "Oh, have you seen my magic gumby ring? It's such a pretty thang." She asked her new companions.